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Journey through the mind of a menace,

And witness the cries shed from the hard living I’ve led

All my lifetime…

Blind from the start,

Now a victim of events committed to survive a broken heart…

It all started being hard headed & nonchalant…

Born a ghetto infant – turned troubled adolescent in an instance…

Remembering…

The rose from the concrete grew to blossom beautifully,

But I was cursed since birth –

I stemmed from a more sinful seed…

See, my Papa sold my body to demons when he planted his seed in sex unprotected,

And now my flesh is cursed,

While my soul stresses to make it to heaven…

I told the world it was me against her,

And now karma is kicking my ass from all the shit I did in my past,

And all the words a nigga spoke in vain,

The Lord is now calling my name…

And I must face him – on my knees,

Head bowed in shame…

I’m still suck in this game, but I guess that’s the price you pay

For being a product of the ghetto with no fuckin way out…

I told you I stay gone off the bottle – buzzed…

Society has created a thug…

I’m a menace to America – from start to finish…

I’ve diminished my tears; they’re now filled within me…

I’m drowning in my own misery,

So at the age of twenty-two I find peace through substance abuse…

Over intoxicating myself with the truth,

Because as a youth I was always lied to…

Awaken to sirens, and gunshots firing…

The musical notes of bullet shells move me like a King on a chest board…

Sore and scorned – torn from memories,

Written within concealed misery…

We miss the signs because we think and aspire to be loved,

And play child in a man’s world…

Now I despise the plan for a New World Order,

‘Cause I realized I’m going to die as a man

Before this New World Order…

This New World boarders my pain and soul

So I’m asking God to control me…

Come hold he who is with need of consoling;

Can’t tell whether he’s coming or going…

Growing up in an inhumane society,

Where his insanity is growing like an ingrown fungus inside the brain…

Just twenty some odd years with tears embedded in patterns of footprints standing on his spirituality…

For God so loved the world,

But now the world is against me…

And now I see that it’s going to take the man in me

To conquer this mentality;

Yet these ghetto gospels are prophesies to a reality of truths our youth haven’t begun to see







Tha Prodigal One...